I came across a note I had written, probably while listening to a wonderful and fantastic talk. I don’t remember who was giving the talk, nor the main topic of the talk, but I gained something from this unnamed talk.

 In everything we do, there is a measure of uncertainty.    

I love that. I like to look at my whole life through that lense, but particularly my writing. I want my writing to be loved, appreciated, and most of all, read, but I understand there is an uncertainty it will ever be seen by anyone other than my husband and myself. Does that mean I shouldn’t write? No way. Uh huh. Nope. 

I can go through my life, only doing the things I think are “sure bets”… but the greatest joys can be found in taking a risk. Getting married is a good example. My husband is a sure bet for happiness, but marriage is still a leap of faith. I could have stayed single, which would have been a sure bet to unhappiness, but I took a leap and I’m happier for it.

Writing is the same way, even on a daily level. When I sit down to write, there is a level of uncertainty… the writing I do that day may be my best ever, but it also might be my worst. I still have to do it; I still have to sit down and write.

There may be uncertainty in everything we do, but that’s what makes it worth it.